From the moment Alexanderid eyes on Quintessa earlier today, only a little over an hour has passed.


    Yet, for him, it felt like seasons hade and gone. Deep down, he harbored a hope that what


    transpired between Quintessa and Tyrone was merely one-sided, from Tyrone''s end. He clung to the


    belief that Quintessa was unwilling.


    But now, Quintessa had driven a dagger straight through his heart with her actions.


    Tyrone was well aware that Quintessa was using him as a pawn, but in this scenario, he was willing. If


    being a pawn meant fending off a strong rival for her affection, he was more than ready. Even if


    Quintessa hadn''t made a move, Tyrone harbored this intention, determined to make Alexander back off


    for good.


    After releasing Tyrone, Quintessa turned to Alexander and said, "I want fame; I want to be the hottest


    actress in the country, who could stand on the highest award tforms. Obviously you can''t give me


    what I want,, but he can. Don''t try to find me or understand me anymore. We can''t be friends." "Let


    alone lovers." she added silently to herself.


    Tyrone wrapped his arm around Quintessa''s waist and said to Alexander, "We''ll be taking off. See ya.


    Tell Uncle and Aunt I said goodbye; since my mom''s feeling under the weather, we''re heading out."


    As Tyrone and Quintessa turned to leave, Alexander called out, "Quintessa."


    But Quintessa simply said, "Go back to Serenitia."


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    Watching Tyrone lead Quintessa away, both dressed in matching ck outfits, they seemed so in sync,


    like a couple made for each other.


    A pang of pain grew in Alexander''s heart. To the fading figures in the night, he whispered, "But I was


    willing to wait for you."


    He knew that Tyrone might not offer her love or happiness, but he could.


    Quietly approaching Alexander, Rachel said, "Thanks for today, Mr. Harrington, I''ll never forget your


    kindness."


    Alexander just walked away without a word, as if he didn''t hear her.


    Rachel clutched the fabric of her cleaning uniform, gritting her teeth.


    The car ride was eerily quiet, with Mrs. York''s eyes darting between the two young people, her gaze


    alight with the mes of gossip.


    Mrs. York remarked, "So, you''re not


    satisfied with snagging my son, and


    are now entangling with a


    Harrington kid too. You real too


    much."


    Quintessa smirked, "Like I told you, I''m attractive and skilled at drawing men in if I want, no man is out


    of reach. You''ve only seen Alexander. Give it time, and I''ll show you more."


    Mrs. York''s face flushed with indignation, "You''re shameless!"


    Laughing, Quintessa replied, "Exactly, or how else would I end up with your son?"


    "You two... Humph, birds of a feather," Mrs. York snorted, and turned her head away.


    Quintessa''s smile slowly faded.


    Tyrone, who had been focused on driving, didn''t engage in their bickering. He was calm, almost like he


    was part of the backdrop.


    Upon reaching the York residence, Tyrone opened the door, letting Mrs. York out first, then extended


    the same courtesy to Quintessa, "Your stop."


    As she stepped out, Quintessa


    caught Tyrone''s arm, and turned to


    Mrs. York, "Auntie, I''m borrowing your son for the night. I''ll return him by tomorrow."


    Mrs. York looked on guard, "What are you nning?"


    Quintessa smiled, "Don''t worry, I won''t bite."